Read the taste of the sixth grade composition

In the usual study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing a composition and are familiar with it. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my composition for grade six in 2008. Welcome to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

The smell of 2008 Your smell is very fragrant, but it is very strong.

Before dawn, you took me to a thatched cottage full of wormwood. You pointed to wormwood everywhere and said, "Do you know what it is, son?" I blinked my big eyes like stars and said, "I don't know." You smiled, looked at me and said, "Son, grandpa told you it was Ai!" " "I said with a frown," ai? "You caressed my head and said to me very gently," Summer can repel mosquitoes and cure diseases. "And grandpa also has the taste of ai.

In a blink of an eye, five years slipped away from you. This is your first day in this city. After school that day, I was slapping my classmates home, ignoring the fleeting sunny day. It's getting dark, and the black curtain has occupied more than half of the sky. In a short time, raindrops the size of beans fell on us, and one child after another was taken home by parents. I am the only one left! I'm the only one! I walked to the front with trepidation, trying not to let my eyes full of tears fall. Walking for a while, I got lost. Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded behind me, "son ... there you are!" Scared me to death! " Grandpa wiped my hair wet by the rain with his hand and said, "son, let's go home!" " "Grandpa picked me up. At this time, I clearly smelled the thick sweat on my grandfather, but I also smelled the fragrance of Ai.

I still remember one time, you wanted to take me to the park. I couldn't walk on the road, so I asked you to carry me. As usual, you answered me in a gentle voice: "OK, son!" " "I can easily climb up your back. When I climbed up, I felt your thinness. I leaned over your back gently, but I didn't notice your sweaty face and trembling steps. I slowly felt the sweat on my grandfather soaking my sleeve. I said to you, "Grandpa, put me down!" "Grandpa did not say a word. I jumped down myself, but as soon as I jumped down, my grandfather fell to the ground. I was shocked and shouted, "Help!" But we are in the most remote part of the park, and people don't come often. I began to cry loudly until I lost my voice. My mother came up to me and shouted, "Doug, this ..." My eyelids sank and I slept on my grandfather.

This is the day after I woke up. Mom saw that I was awake, so she picked it up and hit me. "You don't know grandpa in poor health? And ... "Don't say that finish, then began to cry, hold me, came to the hospital. By this time, Grandpa had got up and told the adults that he would take me out to play. The adults refused, and my grandfather said, "My body knows itself, so you don't have to worry about it." Adults have no choice but to listen to grandpa. Grandpa took me to the park again, went to the most remote place, and tried to squeeze out a smile to make his pale face look a little angry. He said in his usual gentle tone, "I'm going to die soon, son." You should remember that' goodbye' is a farewell, and the relationship with friends is becoming more and more strange. Son, don't say goodbye to others. That's really sad. " I nodded inexplicably, and you said, "I'm going to a far away place." I asked, "Then can I go?" You smiled and said, "No.""So, is there a city there?" "Well, yes, that city is very beautiful!" "Can I see you later?" You smiled. You smiled so brightly.

In the evening, I leaned against my grandfather and fell asleep slowly.

Grandpa was lying in the hospital bed, and the adults didn't say anything. I walked quietly to my grandfather and said softly, "Hello, grandpa." Grandpa opened his eyes and said, "Hello, son!" " "Then close your eyes and fall asleep. ...

At that time, I smelled you again, so fragrant, so fragrant.

The taste of 2008 grade 6 composition 2 has a special feeling for the taste of corn paste porridge. When I was in primary school, I had lunch at a small table at noon and often ate this kind of porridge. Only a little thicker than water, not to mention the taste, but the just right smell of food makes me feel happy every time I think about it. After the ground grain is fully cooked, the aroma is overflowing, and the yellowed color reminds people of golden wheat fields. Warm winds burst, wheat ears became waves, dancing rolled, and singing was intoxicated in the warm sun. This sense of satisfaction and happiness is transmitted to all parts of the body through taste buds. Golden sunshine seems to flow in the blood. I felt the energy from the earth from head to toe, and every pore of Rinrin was smiling. Every time I smell the corn paste porridge, such a wonderful experience will pass my body gently, and the sun will kiss my ear and ask me if I am happy recently.

Every smell does not exist in isolation, and it is not only related to the things in which it is located. A smell can be a painting, a person, or a long-lost time.

Occasionally lying on my mother's pillow, I recognized the unique taste of my mother: familiar and warm, revealing love, mixed with a little spoil, sweet as a dream, like a quiet and pure night, but faintly revealing a soft light. It is hidden in the long black hair, in the soft dress, and flows down the mother's gentle fingertips. The stars no longer panic and twinkle, the lost birds find their home, and long-term care and waiting bring a sense of security and the direction of love. This kind and intimate taste is deeply infatuated with every child-that feeling can no longer be described by simple "like" or "love", mixed with too many beautiful and dependent emotions, and gradually merged into a delicate and docile "impulse", sleeping in the cradle of the soul.

This is the special care left by the mother to the child, like calling her son home, which will also become a tie that the child can't give up in his heart.

The clear smell reminds me of the exact people and things, and the inexplicable but familiar smell takes me back to the days I have experienced. When I thought that it was midsummer at the end of the first year of high school, I accidentally smelled an unspeakable smell in the school corridor, and suddenly I seemed to return to the days of military training a year ago. Maybe it's the smell of plants and trees in summer, maybe it's the smell of humid air, maybe it's the smell of buildings in the heat. They were mixed together in the same proportion as before, showing me the vicious sun, drooping willow branches, students' straight posture and curious and uneasy self.

Speaking of the fragrance of plants and trees in summer, I think of the fragrance of flowers and plants in junior high school campus: the sweetness of lilacs is mixed in the wet rain steam, which is a Chinese class, and we secretly read Ji Bolun's poems in the rain; The drunken air in the evening contains the fragrance of lilies, that is, after school, we discuss exercises until the sun sets; The dry smell of poplars is accompanied by rustling leaves. That is, we are running on the playground, panting and saying, "Look at that cloud!" " Look at the beautiful shadow over there. Oh, yes, we should ask you to draw them in the same place ... "In the past three years, we have been running around and chatting for countless days. Beautiful clouds have appeared countless times, and we have never really thought about it. Please ask students who draw well to help us draw. Too many things I have been thinking about have not been done, and too many words I have vowed have been forgotten. I just want to thank those who have been stuck between lips and teeth for collecting beautiful experiences and innocent days, precious people and unforgettable things for us, reminding us of those years, that innocent and happy self.

Taste is the key to open the door of memory; Taste is a long line, starting with a little time. Perhaps when the wind comes just right, familiar smells come to me one by one, and I reread my life in the wind, as if I had walked again in this world; If the wind just comes coolly and walks silently, I hope my life is relaxed, happy and carefree, even though it is full of mountains and rivers and tastes.

In 2006, there was a long tear mark in the smell of composition 3 in grade six under the cloudy sky. From the distant sky, beautiful snowflakes are scattered on the earth. They fly on the sails of time and space year after year, bringing people a bitter taste, a happy taste, a sad taste ... a crystal clear, a perfect one.

To me, snowflakes taste slightly sweet. Whenever a snowflake falls on the tip of my tongue, its coolness and slight sweetness always touch a corner of my heart. There is no sadness and trouble in that corner, only the happy taste brought by friendship, dancing there like a butterfly.

A childhood friend, her figure is like snowflakes, and her warm movements are unforgettable.

Her name is Lin Pei. One winter a few years ago, we spent a white weekend together in the suburbs.

At the destination, when the car door opened, the breath of winter came to my face instantly. We walked hand in hand into this world of ice and snow, and exhaled white mist. The air is full of fluffy snowflakes, so white and pure. Everything is wrapped in silver, in the endless silence of winter. Only a few red berries dotted everything in the distance, and a faint fragrance floated away. The snow under your feet is thick and soft. The two small hands that were pulled together tightened excitedly.

After our repeated entreaties, dad finally agreed to let us play in the remote Woods. Pei Lin and I screamed excitedly and walked into the Woods.

The brown branches are bare, and each one is covered with snow. One by one, the ice cubes are hung in rows, as delicate as crystal. We rushed to pick up the ice. Who knows, with our jumping and falling, the ice has already started, but the small body has fallen into deep snow. Now both of us are just showing our arms and heads, and we are breathing in with cold.

At this time, I calmed down and reacted to one thing: when we ran to the Woods, my father said that he would go to town to buy hot drinks first and come to us later. Now I can't get dad's help, and I'm a little panicked. There was no one in the Woods, but we struggled for a long time and couldn't get up. Our arms could only paddle in vain on the loose dry snow. "Quick, let's dig a little snow from the side of the body! Otherwise it will freeze to death! " Pei Lin saw that I had no thoughts, like a headless fly, and quickly reminded me.

We dug bit by bit in the cold wind. When the lower body becomes more and more stiff, our hands move passively faster and faster. I dug and dug, and sleepiness slowly came to me. I'm top-heavy, and my whole body is starting to feel sick. When Lin Pei saw me stop, he found my face was wrong, so he shouted "Hey! Wake up! Hey! " While frantically breaking free from the bondage of snow.

I remember, Lin Pei appeared and rushed at me ... suddenly a pain woke me up. When I came to my senses, I found Lin Pei holding my face: "Wake up!" She quickly picked me up and ran to the road. I stumbled and my head was dizzy.

In my memory, Lin Pei's back when he pulled me running was so beautiful that it made people feel very warm. Cold snowflakes smell warm, too.

The gray in the air cracked and shot at the golden light. In the snow, my father came from a distance and spilled milk tea all over the floor. I didn't catch what he said, but it must be a reprimand after being scared. He picked us up and rushed into the hotel. ...

We all had a fever that night. But I didn't feel extremely uncomfortable. Lin Pei's every move at that time was deeply imprinted in my heart, which made me warm all over. The snow is warm and sweet.

Now, I like to stand by the window and look up at the snowflakes falling gently one by one, embellishing everything, even if it is smaller than the needle tip. Jiangnan snow, light elements reduce clouds.

Yin Xue, with sweet taste and warm memories, falls in the depths of my heart. ...

Now the taste of the year in the city is getting weaker and weaker. Soon after the holiday, I couldn't wait to go back to the countryside, relive the rich flavor of the year in the countryside again and feel the traditional culture and customs of the Chinese nation. After such a long Spring Festival, what I remember most is the "three flavors" before the Spring Festival.

The smell of smoke in a year

Just at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, the thick smell of smoke filled the whole village. Although the Spring Festival has not been officially celebrated, the sound of villagers setting off firecrackers will still come from time to time in the silent night. During the day, there are many children in groups of three or five, holding guns in the field. Their small pockets have long been filled with guns, large and small, as if they were "small rich men." Of course, I will be no exception. From time to time, I will show off the "new tricks" I brought from the county, especially "King Lei", which really makes me awe-inspiring. We laughed and danced, and we smoked firecrackers happily, which felt good. Look at the white smoke floating into the sky and the New Year. The joy of the year is around us. Sometimes I wonder, if there were no firecrackers and no smell of smoke, would it still be a year? Now, because of firecrackers, it brings joy; In 2008, because of the smog, we will always miss the Spring Festival.

The fragrant ink of the year

After the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, there will always be cultural volunteer service teams in the village to send Spring Festival couplets. I saw five or six big tables under the big locust tree in the village, a big stack of cut red paper, and several bowls of coarse porcelain on the table, or old or small "artists" splashing ink. Look at them. You won't let me, and I won't let you. They did their best. Some of them write running script, some write regular script and some write cursive script. Looking at cursive script "floating like a cloud, agile like a dragon", official script "tall and straight, elegant and elegant", villagers cheered from time to time. Some friends don't understand, just smell the ink, as if trying to absorb wisdom. Writing Spring Festival couplets is really learned. You should not only know how to write, but also know how to edit the correct text. Some of the first couplets are "All the best, make great achievements", the second is "All your wishes come true" and the horizontal is "five blessings". Some of the first parts are "Everyone gets rich when he is old", the second part is "Everyone is happy when he is young" and the horizontal part is "Everyone is happy". I really envy their literary talent, so I asked for a pair of couplets. I smelled them carefully and the ink came to my face. I think this ink fragrance must be the best taste this year!

The taste of the year is delicious

Just a few days before the Chinese New Year, as the saying goes, "seven fry eight", every household is very busy. Adults are busy preparing food for the Chinese New Year, which is a festival for us "little greedy ghosts"! Like those twists, hemp Ye Er and popcorn, they are all our delicacies. Although we don't need to be busy, we just need to be busy. The first "big event" in Chinese New Year is to buy assorted fruits, which are made of dried fruits such as peanuts, chestnuts and jujubes mixed with candied fruit. We all like to eat these odds and ends. The second thing is to pack jiaozi and steamed buns. Adults wrap their own stuffing and rice noodles and put them in a big steamer. The fire on the stove is burning brightly, which lights up the smile and warms the heart. Steamed buns are so thin and delicious! It makes your mouth water. The third thing is to prepare the table for China New Year. Everyone cleans up the chicken, duck and fish, hangs them outside the door to dry, cuts them directly when eating, and cooks them in a pot. The smell of that year was really delicious! During the Spring Festival, our stomachs are full, because adults will not be hard on us. We always have candy in our mouths and sweet in our hearts.

After the new year, the new year is about to begin, and the flavor of the year will slowly dissipate in people's rush. Yes, the plan of the year lies in spring, which is the sowing season. Happiness does not fall from the sky. A better life needs us to create together, and a better future needs us to work together!